Meeting the neighbours

On Sunday I met one of our neightbours. We were having a little chat over the garden wall, as you do.

Unfortunatley, my parents dog escaped from the house and didn’t reyurn when we called her. She ran straight into our neighbours front garden, did a wee on their lawn and came back inside. Much apologising and red faces followed.

At least we’ve made an impression!

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